"I'd better take you home.

You look kind of shaky." "What about my horse ?" George asked.
"Guess he's made for home," said the teamster.

"I struck his trail, and it led right out of the woods." George got into the wagon with some trouble, and the teamster rode beside it when they set off.
"You haven't much to put before a court," he said to Flett.
"No," the constable replied thoughtfully.

"I'm not sure our people will take this matter up; anyway, it looks as if we could only fix it on the Indians.

This is what comes of you folks fooling things, instead of leaving them to us." "The police certainly like a conviction," rejoined the teamster, grinning.